Lulu left the house and got into the carriage.
He first took a carriage to the Bank of the Universe.
Yang pingfeng was already 13 and he went to school in the morning. In the afternoon, he would come to the bank of the universe to take charge.
He was still young and did not dare to use his name.
He was still an apprentice in name.
He was actually the manager of the bank.
Yang pinfeng had already taken a strip. The thirteen-year-old boy had already grown tall and thin, but there was still a bit of childishness between his brows.
But it was also a little more tactful.
"Young man, you should have died when you were seven. I never lie, really. Your fate is a little strange. If you're willing to let this poor monk take a look. We'll definitely be able to find the reason." At the entrance of the bank, an old man in a Daoist robe was holding yang pinfeng's hand and not letting go.
